作曲 : Rowan Sawday
I see ghosts gather for the feast look
I see my great great granddad he's a priest
Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth
He is nodding at my great granddad who's a thief
And I'm sat here in between
look - with my granny in her fancy jewels
Who's saying
"Don't forget you're grammar schooled
Don't forget your dad was to the manor born"
And she's on a croquet lawn very manicured
I turn, and see my great gramps' feet are manacled
And my nana from my mother's side is ducking cannonballs
Ducking in to shattered doors
And coming back with corpses
Twisted and staggering and ashen forms
That she's nursing in a front garden
With her hands bloody
Cursing at the bombardment
And her knees muddy
Cursing at the bombs popping
And the jagged beams
And there is Uncle John
Cursing at the Japanese
Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath
With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars
What's the matter with him?
It's all the noise and the clamour
Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em
And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him
Till he is an asteroid in blackness that
Can't forgive him
All my ancestors broken up and strange
Some are loving, some are woven up in hate
Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints
Some made their money off of slaves
Some are noble as a spade
Some are dirt-rich
Look among em there are foremen there are servants
There are there are
Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants
Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses
and all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
Said all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
I see ghosts
作曲 : Rowan Sawday
I see ghosts gather for the feast look
I see my great great granddad he's a priest
Jamaica sugarcane blackening his teeth
He is nodding at my great granddad who's a thief
And I'm sat here in between
look - with my granny in her fancy jewels
Who's saying
"Don't forget you're grammar schooled
Don't forget your dad was to the manor born"
And she's on a croquet lawn very manicured
I turn, and see my great gramps' feet are manacled
And my nana from my mother's side is ducking cannonballs
Ducking in to shattered doors
And coming back with corpses
Twisted and staggering and ashen forms
That she's nursing in a front garden
With her hands bloody
Cursing at the bombardment
And her knees muddy
Cursing at the bombs popping
And the jagged beams
And there is Uncle John
Cursing at the Japanese
Babbling in Ancient Greek in a cold bath
With his dogs and his pipe and his old scars
What's the matter with him?
It's all the noise and the clamour
Boys running out the jungle and he has to kill em
And every day he wakes aching from the shrapnel in him
Till he is an asteroid in blackness that
Can't forgive him
All my ancestors broken up and strange
Some are loving, some are woven up in hate
Some are blood and liquor soaked and some are saints
Some made their money off of slaves
Some are noble as a spade
Some are dirt-rich
Look among em there are foremen there are servants
There are there are
Poor Pawn brokers here there are merchants
Look, there are sheep farmers there are nurses
and all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
Said all of them are in me
All are in me as a bone
So never think you know me cos you don't
I see ghosts